"Hey everyone, it's me, 2015. I read all of your posts about the War On Drugs topping 2014 album of the year lists, and honestly I was a little weirded out by it too. So, here's a shitload of huge albums right up front to avoid that kind of situation again. Cool? Cool."

Re: The Pitchfork News/reviews thread

Holy shit. Pitchfork just gave the new album from White Lung, a fantastic Vancouver post-punk/ hardcore band, an 8.0. I played with this band a few months ago and have seen them multiple times. I am so fucking excited for them. They have toured North America relentlessly the past 2-3 years, barely breaking even every tour, but it has never broken their spirit. Hopefully this review helps them gain a solid following around the continent. They fucking deserve it.

I took my niece this year and it was her first Coachella. It was so fun to see it through her eyes. She thought it felt like a magical scene from Shreck. The one where all the fairy tale creatures meet for the first time in Shreck's swamp.

Re: The Pitchfork News/reviews thread

What the fuck is up with Pitchfork's obsession with questionable rap? First it was Die Antwoord, then Lil B and OFWGKTA, then Kreayshawn and the White Girl Mob, and now fucking Riff Raff? Everything else seems great compared to him, but without him at the end it might not. Are they trying to lower the bar so much that all you need is a gimmick to get some coverage?

Re: The Pitchfork News/reviews thread

Yes.

80% (more?) of their reviews are meant to either pander to their festival and/or keeping "relevant" with the younger demo for their advertisers. It's not difficult to read through the lines there. I will give them credit for learning from the failings of their predecessors (RS, Spin, etc). They completely jumped the shark once the ad bubble burst and have rendered themselves the eunuchs of music journalism (shit, RS is only worthwhile for their investigative journalism now).

"Hey everyone, it's me, 2015. I read all of your posts about the War On Drugs topping 2014 album of the year lists, and honestly I was a little weirded out by it too. So, here's a shitload of huge albums right up front to avoid that kind of situation again. Cool? Cool."

Re: The Pitchfork News/reviews thread

Yeah, not sure why this review has been so controversial or shocking (Cohen on Twitter today: "On the other hand, big ups to @Yeasayer fans - your hatemail game is surprisingly on point.") But this album is hardly exceptional, and I'm not sure that Yeasayer has done anything to date that would establish their place as some sort of tenured, capital-I important act that is above measured criticism. Two good albums, three or four excellent singles, and totally understandable that people like them. But it's hardly like this was a pan of a new Animal Collective album or something.

"Hey everyone, it's me, 2015. I read all of your posts about the War On Drugs topping 2014 album of the year lists, and honestly I was a little weirded out by it too. So, here's a shitload of huge albums right up front to avoid that kind of situation again. Cool? Cool."

It's a universal pop truth that songs about the thrill of the club rarely live up to the urgent abandon induced by a night's hard dancing. Two years ago, Swedish duo Niki and the Dove-- aka Malin Dahlström and Gustaf Karlöf-- struck a rare and peculiar seam with the release of their debut single, "DJ, Ease My Mind", on British indie label Moshi Moshi. Over militaristic clattering drums and swathes of pristine synthesizers (think the Knife's precision blown up to Eurovision Song Contest size), Dahlström pleads, "I want to forget, I want lights to blind me... I want to disappear," imploring the DJ to let calm flood her soul by playing a jam that takes her back to a time laced with romantic triumphs. "DJ…" is spectacular because it doesn't just feel like a song made for your own euphoric moments in the wee hours; rather, it's a force that bolts your heart to Malin's and forces it to pulse along with hers. Two years in the making, Niki and the Dove's debut album, Instinct, has a borderline greedy hit-rate where all 12 of its songs (not counting the two bonus numbers on the U.S. release) manage to be equally arresting, flitting between the sound of Fleetwood Mac, Prince, Cyndi Lauper, and trashy Europop, while delighting in tiny but pivotal moments, sites of emotional precipices and tremendous, history-making passions.

Originally Posted by ruetheday

I don't fucking care. I don't even know who the hell Dave Wang is.

Originally Posted by Devin the Dude

you used to be that guy that just Dave Wang's everybody. that guy. he's gone now, and whoever you really are showed up, and that was utter disappointment.

"Hey everyone, it's me, 2015. I read all of your posts about the War On Drugs topping 2014 album of the year lists, and honestly I was a little weirded out by it too. So, here's a shitload of huge albums right up front to avoid that kind of situation again. Cool? Cool."